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Sarah was beautiful. She rode the waves of faith and doubt and perhaps laughed at inappropriate times. She also carried a spark in her womb, the star that birthed a constellation of generations. When writing about Sarah, I too explored the depths of my doubt and the feeling of loss that accompanies every gift. The poem “Sarah Considers the Stars” delves into some of the emotions Sarah must have surely felt as her life and body sagged into what seemed to become an unending, desolate future. Small footnote: the star “scraping” through her body somewhat painfully refers to the release of an egg. Some women, myself included, experience sharp pain at the time of ovulation. That may be too much information, but hey–it’s all for the art, right?

 

 

 

 

Sarah Considers the Stars

“He took [Abraham] outside and said, ‘Look up at the heavens and count the stars—if indeed you can count them.’ Then he said to him, ‘So shall your offspring be.’” –Genesis 15:5

 

After Abraham feel asleep,

she pulled her cloak

 

around her shoulders

and walked out to stare

 

at the night. Stars collected

in the crevices of mountains.

 

They spilled into the oak groves

and clung to the branches.

 

And when she spread her hands

to the sky, they rested in the sags

 

of flesh between her fingers.

The world is dripping with stars,

 

she thought, and still not one

belongs to me. She considered

 

hating them. She considered

wishing a heavenly storm

 

to drown them. But she only

murmured, I am through

 

and walked off, holding

a sudden sharpness in her side,

 

as if a star had dislodged

there, and turning and scraping

 

and shining its path, settled

into the bare sky of her body.

 

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